OEDIPUS.
Wife, dost thou know the man for whom erewhile
We sent? Is it of him that this man speaks?
JOCASTA.
Why ask? what matters it of whom he spoke?
Let not such follies dwell upon thy mind.
OEDIPUS.
Think not to hinder me, with such a clue,
From searching out the secret of my birth.
JOCASTA.
For Heaven's sake, for the sake of thy own life,
Desist! That I am stricken is enough.
OEDIPUS.
Fear not; though I be proved through three descents
Three times a slave, thy birth will take no stain.